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Huh.
Well, I thought back refering to many an afternoon in Xander's basement watching old movies. Okay, that and a few other things. But thinking back to those thoghts?
Of all the Pimp Palaces in all the places, I had to end up here.
I guess not so much had either. There was a choice involved. Looking back to graduating top of my class, to ( Read more... )
Well, I thought back refering to many an afternoon in Xander's basement watching old movies. Okay, that and a few other things. But thinking back to those thoghts?
Of all the Pimp Palaces in all the places, I had to end up here.
I guess not so much had either. There was a choice involved. Looking back to graduating top of my class, to ( Read more... )
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"Right, now. Do you even know who the fuck I am? I am Spike, got it? You fuckin' got it? Now go get me my dessert, you fuckin' dumb piece of shit!"
I let go of her shirt, and she ran off fuckin' cryin'. Oh, whatever. I could pay the bloke what ran the fuckin' place whatever the fuck he wanted, since... well, it was me. I sat down next t'some chit and nodded at her, recognizin' her immediately.
"Hey there, Red..." I grinned. "Came here t'fuckin' interview me, huh? Not that I blame you, I'm rather tough t'track down these fuckin' days, but you coulda waited till I was done with all my fuckin' shags 'round here first," I winked.
I leaned back in my stool a bit, lightin' up and offerin' her a hit if she wanted cuz, fuck, the cheap-arse fags 'round ( ... )
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Well, if that wasn't an old voice in a new place. Though I didn't use the word 'friendly' anywhere near there. And why did I think that "Spike", rock-hard rock star as he liked to think of himself, already knew this place inside and out. Something caught the corner of my eye where he moved to threaten the bartender.
Well, at least the 'rock hard' part was accurate.
"Hey there, Red...Came here t'fuckin' interview me, huh? Not that I blame you, I'm rather tough t'track down these fuckin' days, but you coulda waited till I was done with all my fuckin' shags 'round here first."
Again there he went with my hair color. Every time I interviewed Spike, every single time, after romantic scandals and car accidents and his actual career of releasing the occasional record, he always called me 'Red'. Despite the profesionally printed business card that I always handed out at the beginning of every ( ... )
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"Actually I am here to cover the Grand Opening... and as for interviewing you post 'shags', I thought that was the time when you passed out. Right?"
I paused and looked up at her angrily, ready t'fuckin' throw her outta the place. "Right then. One? You're not here t'fuckin' interview me?" Bitch. "Two? None of your fuckin' business."
Although I spread open my legs a bit for her cuz whatever the fuck was all in that flask was fuckin' workin' GREAT.
"How about another drink? Because the rest of it? Not my thing."
"Huh?" How could I not be her... "Oh, right. You're the fuckin' chit what likes t'only shag bints wearin' dildos and shit." I shook my head. "Dunno what you're missin', Red. See, me? When I'm goin' down on some bird? I just let my tongue swirl 'round and 'round her clit till she quivers, and I make her fuckin wait t'come for me till ( ... )
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Ok then. And not a word about my name either. Good thing I hadn't settled on anything hopeful as expectations. I nodded to myself and proceeded to order my own drink.
Once it was in hand I was shocked to feel something brushing my right leg. I turned to tell Spike that we had just gone over this, but if the delicate nuances of suggestive looks were lost on him, I would be happy to explain in a more direct fashion, when I realised the touch didn't come from his hand. No, instead Spike's legs were spread in an imimation of one of the cheaper showgirls from the least of the lesser 'joints' down the stip.
And imitation? Who am I kidding. He probally gives them their lessons.
"Close your legs Spike," I said as an aside as my eyes went back up to my drink. "It's not anything you can't find in the backroom of the Loveshack."
"Huh? Oh, right. You're the fuckin' chit what likes t'only shag bints wearin' dildos and shit. Dunno what you're ( ... )
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